Chapter 70: Let Go of Me!

Yet at this moment, Movira seemed to have shed every last trace of her gentle mask, revealing the rawest, most obsessive desire deep inside her.

Her movements were unhurried, deliberately slow, as though she were savouring a cup of fragrant milk tea.

Seraphina’s struggles gradually weakened, then stilled. Strange sensations rampaged through her body, shattering the last fragments of rational thought.

The sounds of protest changed, until finally they became noises even she herself could not comprehend.

“…A very strange feeling.”

While Movira’s hands never stopped, her lips descended too, not light, teasing kisses, but plundering ones that swallowed every sound Seraphina made.

Powerful yet tender magic wrapped around her, guiding her to feel everything clearly.

A completely unfamiliar, overwhelming wave crashed over every corner of her mind like a tsunami.

All she knew was blankness; every emotion crumbled before it.

At the end, Movira leaned down and gently licked away the tiny bead of blood on Seraphina’s neck, drawing another shudder from her.

Miraculously, the shallow cut healed almost instantly.

Seraphina went completely limp, as if every bone had been drawn from her body.

She slumped in Movira’s arms, reduced to faint, uncontrollable sobs.

“…Beast… beast…”

The soft curse had no effect at all.

Movira held her tightly, her movements shifting back to tenderness, as though the person who had just caused that scene was not her.

“Did you feel it?” Movira’s voice was low and husky, thick with satisfaction. She gently wiped away the new tears on the girl’s cheeks.

“This is what it truly means to be a woman now. How was it?”

After this ordeal, Seraphina finally, truly calmed down. She had no choice but to calm down.

Her face flushed crimson the instant she heard those words, as though blood would drip from her cheeks.

She buried her face hard against Movira’s chest, voice muffled, thick with nasally accusation and a coquettish note she herself had not noticed.

“It was nothing! I didn’t feel anything at all… No, wait, I only felt disgusted! Pervert! Let go of me right now!”

Yet her still-trembling, hypersensitive body betrayed her completely; her words carried no conviction whatsoever.

Deep inside, a thought she could not suppress began to spread.

So… this is how it feels? Strange, but also… very…

Movira lowered her head and chuckled. The vibration in her chest travelled clearly to Seraphina. She did not expose the lie, only tightened her arms.

“Very well. No feeling at all… Then next time, shall we make it even more intense?”

“You—! Bastard!”

Movira paid no mind to Seraphina’s outburst. She simply combed her fingers through the damp strands clinging to Seraphina’s forehead.

“Or perhaps we should get up and eat something first? You used up a lot of energy. You need nutrition.”

Only then did Seraphina notice the hollow hunger gnawing at her stomach. She really did need food.

Movira carefully lifted her and carried her toward the dining room.

“P-put me down! What if someone sees?!”

“Oh? But can you actually walk by yourself right now?”

Seraphina tried to move her legs and discovered her nerves felt severed; they were nothing more than limp flesh.

Fortunately, no one saw her along the way.

The table was already laid with food suited to her current state. Movira settled her onto a cushioned chair, then sat beside her. She personally lifted a bowl of meat porridge, scooped a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to Seraphina’s lips.

“Come, open your mouth.”

Seraphina turned her head away. “I… I can eat by myself! And I never said I forgave you!”

But when she tried to raise her arms, the utter weakness made her give up instantly. Exhaustion and hunger easily defeated that last shred of pride.

After a moment’s hesitation, she slowly parted her lips and accepted Movira’s feeding.

The porridge was the perfect temperature and delicious, yet Seraphina kept a sullen little face, refusing to look at Movira, staring off to the side instead.

As if that could preserve the final scrap of her dignity.

She ate slowly, every movement a silent protest: I’m not doing this willingly.

When she swallowed the last mouthful, warmth gradually spread through her body, washing away the lingering exhaustion from… what had just happened.

After being forcibly calmed in that way, Seraphina’s thoughts finally returned to the real issue.

“Movira, we need to talk.”

Her voice was quiet, but exceptionally clear.

Movira set down the utensils, gaze gentle. “All right. I’m listening.”

Seraphina took a deep breath, gathering her words and recalling that day’s quarrel.

“You have been watching me the entire time, Movira. This isn’t protection. You have never once believed I could handle anything on my own!”

Her voice rose again, tinged with fresh grievance.

Movira sighed and reached to brush away the stray hairs at Seraphina’s forehead, only for the hand to be subtly dodged.

“Seraphina, a filthy, chaotic place like Asma—how could I possibly let you go there alone without worry?” Her tone was exactly like coaxing a sulking child.

“Hearing you say those words that hurt me pains me more than being injured myself.”

“But I need to see things for myself! I need to solve the problems that must be solved by my own hand!” Seraphina insisted. She leaned forward, staring straight into Movira’s eyes.